"WE HAVE TO GO ON THE ROLLER COASTER!" Beck shouted suddenly as they rounded a bend.

The Winchesters and co. were in an amusement park somewhere in Colorado, researching what appeared to be a haunted house….with actual ghosts.

"Beck, we're on a case." Sam said, his eyebrows pulling together in question.

"Yeah I know, but can't we spare a couple minutes for the coaster?" She asked exasperatedly. "The line's really short right now too!"

"Why don't we go afterwards?" Beth, who was walking very close to Sam, suggested.

"But after we deal with whatever this is, you'll all be too exhausted to go on a roller coaster." Beck complained. "Plus the line will probably be longer!" She looked at Dean for support.

"She's got a point." Dean said, meeting Sam's eyes.

"Alright fine. We'll go on the roller coaster." Sam said.

"Yes!" Beck exclaimed, jumping up and down.

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"This is so boriiing." Beck moaned.

"Beck it's been five minutes." Beth commented.

Dean poked her side and she squirmed a bit. "Look, we're almost there." He pointed.

A grin spread over her face. "You're gonna ride with me, right?"

"Obviously." Beck smiled back at him.

"Dean, you hate roller coasters." Sam said suddenly.

"Aren't you afraid of heights?" Beck asked, turning around so she was between the railing and Dean.

He leaned in close enough that the other two were uncomfortable and said, "Guess you gotta protect me."

Sam raised an eyebrow and took Beth's hand as the line moved up.

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Not long after, they were in cue to board the coaster, just waiting for the previous riders to unload.

"I love roller coasters!" Beck squeaked, bouncing giddily. She and Dean had ended up in the very front car, and Dean was finally showing some signs of nervousness, staying close to Beck.

"You scream on them?" He asked, watching another car spin upside down farther up the track.

"Nah, I'm not really a screamer." She replied, not thinking about her answer.

"We'll see about that." Dean muttered into her ear as they boarded the car.

Beck's eyes widened, spinning to smack Dean before the shoulder bar went down.

As the cars slowly maneuvered to the start, Dean's fingers wandered toward Beck's. When the coaster shot off, he practically crushed her fingers, and didn't let go.

Behind them, Beth was screaming her lungs out, and Sam's laughter could be heard even over her screaming.

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When the ride ended and the four had stumbled off, Beck grinning excitedly, Beth looking terrified and clinging to Sam. Dean's eyes were wide as he stumbled after Beck, who seemed to be the only one unfazed.

"That was so fun!" She shouted, bouncing along toward the haunted house that was their original goal.

"If you say so." Dean muttered.

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After a few minutes interviewing the people running the ride under the pretense of being surprise investigators for the Department of Ride Safety (total b.s. obviously), the four entered the haunted house, boarding a small vehicle that would take them through it.

From under their jackets, each of them pulled out rock salt shotguns. Beck fitted her brass knuckles over her narrow fingers, flexing her hands with a smirk.

Beth was a bit skittish, hovering near Sam and glancing around nervously.

The car they rode in was double sided, so the four were back to back, the two girls on one side and the boys on the other.

It was a slow ride at first, the basic monster jump scares and eerie music.

Somewhere near the middle, the machinery faltered and a long screeching sound echoed through the long room their car was in. Their car shrieked to a stop and the doors on either side of them slammed shut, isolating them from the rest of the attraction.

The temperature suddenly plummeted; they could each see their breaths.

"Sam…" Beth said slowly, her voice rising in alarm.

"It's gonna be alright Beth, you've got your gun." Sam said reassuringly.

Beth didn't seem very reassured. Beck gave her a warning nod, tightening the grip on her gun.

Suddenly the animatronic zombies inside the room shuddered back to life. The four could barely see them in the darkness of the ride, only able to watch their outlines. The robots stumbled toward them, the eyes suddenly alight with an eerie green light that was certainly not from electricity.

Beth's breath sped up, and Beck raised her gun, firing two salt rounds through a pair of robots. They halted to a stop, clanging to the ground.

Beth's scream lurched Sam out of his search for the seemingly gone animatronics. On the other side of him, out of his sight, one of them had wrapped Beth's wrists in an iron grip, making her drop her gun. Beck struggled to get a shot off at the thing, but couldn't without hitting Beth.

"Get off me!" Beck yelled at another robot who had grabbed for her. She yanked her arms back, causing the robot to smash into the lap bar pinning her down.

It was evidently made of iron, because the green light that could only be from a spirit flickered out of the bot. Beck snatched her gun, wriggling against the bar holding her hips down and lifted her shotgun over her head and fired blindly, making a lucky shot at the bot holding Beth.

"Get your gun!"

Beth scrambled to find it, but it had apparently fallen out of the vehicle.

"It's gone!" Beth screamed.

Meanwhile, Sam and Dean were pushing and pulling at the bar pinning them, firing shots whenever a possessed animatronic got too close.

"Beth! Beth, baby, are you alright?" Sam yelled. Fear coursed through him as he strained to go to her with everything in him. His heart was racing, he could think of nothing but getting to her, protecting her.

"I'm okay Sammy, I'm o-" Her voice melted into a shriek of pain, making Sam freak out, throwing his weight against his restraints. Dean held back the ghosts as his brother squirmed.

Beth had been grabbed by another bot and it was pulling on her arm with alarming strength, and she screamed as hot pain shot through her shoulder.

Beck tried to get a shot at the thing, but another one knocked her gun out of the car and grabbed her wrist, yanking her arm toward its mouth and closing its jaw around her forearm. She yelled through clenched teeth and swung her brass knuckles into the things face, leaving dents in its forehead, and wrenching its teeth from her arm.

Finally managing to wriggle out of the restraint, Beck lunged toward the bot pulling on Beth, tackling it to the ground and straddling it as she shredded her brass knuckles across its face.

"Beth! Your gun!" Beck tossed the weapon back to her friend, who shot back the two animatronics approaching her.

Sprinting down the room with three of the enemy on her tail, Beck searched desperately for a few panicked moments before her eyes settled on her target: the plaque dedicating the attraction to a certain Marshal Timothy, who'd been helping to build it when he died in a tragic accident.

Glancing back at her pursuers, Beck tore the bottle of gasoline from her side bag, dumping it over the plaque and surrounding area. She struggled to light a match as the stumbling animatronics closed in, dropping the light just as they reached her.

A moment later, all of the robots dropped to the ground with a heavy thud, and Beck rushed back to the ride vehicle. The lap restraints had finally released as the attraction thundered back to life, the music and lights returning slowly.

Sam rushed toward Beth as soon as he was released, scooping her up into his arms as she clung to him.

"Are you okay honey? You alright?" He asked, setting her back down gently and smoothing the hair away from her face.

Beth winced and nodded, rubbing her sore

shoulder. Sam pulled her into his chest, holding her impossibly close.

Dean crossed to Beck who was stumbling toward him, holding her arm in a futile attempt to stop the blood.

"It bit me!" She sounded a little shocked.

"How did you know that would do the trick?" Dean asked, pulling her arm from

her so he could wrap it in a makeshift bandage.

"Don't know, I just guessed. I sure am

glad it worked though." Beck kicked the head off of one of the animatronics and it clattered into a wall.

"Aw sweetheart. I told you to be careful with these things." Dean brushed his fingertips over her knuckles. The brass knuckles had been beaten into her hands and blood was already trailing down her fingers.

"Whoops." Beck muttered, wincing as she made an attempt to pull them off. In the end she had to basically tear them off, resulting in a steadier flow of blood.

"I haven't got anything to wrap them with." He said, cupping her hand in his own.

"It's alright." She pulled her hand away and shook it, sending drops of blood spraying. "Let's get out of this crap hole." Beck muttered, walking toward Sam and Beth.